[Verse 1:] Please don't bother, cause my flow's proper I rolled round Bramley and patrolled Foot Locker See I'm a town hopper Ex-white shotter The next showstopper Taught Harry Potter Invite everybody, I've never been a blocker Yous wanna talk about "that's my dance" Well this is the sweet, this ain't no tick-tocker I didn't stop 'cause I ain't no flopper, I'm colder Don't give a damn if your hotter Your flow ain't proper, and you're a chart-topper You ain't been higher, I'm a dough clocker See you in the ranks where the dough gets better off One tune, I saw my dough get long Still better than clipper, better than glocker I'm buying on sight, you're a window shopper You take me down, you are off your rocker We're on a mission, when I speak, listen 'Cause I don't wanna see another crime sheet written I been slippin' before, so if you hear what I'm saying There's gonna be less chance of you tripping Make a new beat, 8 bars into the 16-bar Make a sub bass kick in Whole crown slippin, I learnt from SticKids First ball boy running riot on the riddim In the charts I'm wizzing, champagne's fizzing If I'm in a West End club, bring Dizz' in Squash the qualm now, bro, I got vision The iphones full, how can I not listen to your songs? We're Kylie and Dylan Besides that, Keebs and Hydro are driven by money So it's hard to say if they'll listen to each other On TV, radio or riddims Snatch it, ya mad, I'll snatch it Throw an in-di-r, I will catch it Even if you lived with the title belt It would vanish As soon as you try to grab it The Gods won't have it Your girlfriends not satisfied by you So - she got a Rabbit When it comes to music, Squintys a Gannet The most unusual star on the planet And I'm nothing like Go Go Gadget Your old flows had it, you can't manage Going on like you was a lyrical savage Got more layers than a light green cabbage I keep telling 'em, they keep asking But I don't know Sally, don't know Janet Don't chat to man about Squinty You link them gyal, I live life I don't plan it You better know when I'm shopping, I ball out First grime kid on this earth, I'm going all out Nuff of them lose the plot, they fall out It's not my fault, I'm the one you can't rule out I get your wifey on call out But I don't go there, told her I don't care When I'm on the strip, whips, I bring 'em all out Bikes and chains, the lot, I bring 'em all out Bring 'em all out, bring 'em all out When I come in the scene, phones ringing all out. [Instrumental] [Instrumental Break] [Drop] [Style Shift: Liquid drum and bass] [Tempo: 170 BPM] [Build] [Beat Drop] [Verse 2] This soundboy’s still alive? You could die from when I got 21 scars Ain't gonna stop till I got 21 cars, for the enemies, now that’s 21 pars When I come around, you better ring the alarm, spit a 16 bar that’s, hotter than tar, you're a par I’m like nah, I won’t have a bar from a likkle man star 'Cause manaman know, I'm badder, when I roll on my own And you can't roll on your own in the dark Yes! Who am I? I'm the best in England North, South, East and West You can ask anybody if I got the big boy tune on the road They will tell you yes Yes, I got a diamond bezel Champagne place, I climbed a few pegs Next time you see me, I'll be on my RS6 It's gunmetal grey on an '68, reg, reg So far from the edge Might see me on sight might see me on hedge In my lane, I'm so far ahead It's unusual, but I talk to the dead Yeah, yeah, I talk to the dead To the soundboy who thought he was walking ahead I got one title, he's got the other one Whole family's smiling again, yeah Whole family's smiling a-- yo Whole fam--
